Wednesday, July 11, 2012

I've come along ways since 1994

Excerpt from the First Stuff

     There are many    
     lakes in a sea;    
     there's many lakes in the    
     infinite ocean deep.    

     All are separated    
     by their own will.    
     All are part    
     of the great whole,    
     but being blind,    

     don't even know.    

If you haven't already, check out Penhead Press's first publication: Randomly Accessed Poetics, Issue 1: The Texture of Words.

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